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Best of Friday Roundup: Indians Are People Edition

I love sending my kid to a neighborhood preschool. The teacher is wonderful, we absolutely love her and her gentle classroom. She’s been doing it long enough that my very grown up brother also went to her preschool years ago. That being said, sometimes my kid comes home with anachronistic work that makes me giggle:

“Indians are people – just like you and me! The only difference is the color of their skin.”

I don’t know how it managed to be both entirely innocent and cringe-worthy at the same time.